Chapter 89 A Wound-Suturing Technique Even Neater Than a Sewing Machine
Murong Ting froze, then turned to look at her arrogantly: "Kong Wange, do you have eyes?"
Is he not good enough?
Is his 1.9-meter height just for show? Or is he a vegetarian with eight-pack abs?
He suspected she had hardly ever seen a man!
"Getting angry out of embarrassment? Honestly, I was just stating the facts."
Murong Ting was truly enraged. He grabbed her wrist and forcefully pinned her down, saying in a sinister tone, "Five years ago, I couldn't move. You probably don't know my strength. What? Do you want to experience it again?"
Kong Wange never expected that Murong Ting would suddenly resort to the "bed slam" move!
Feeling the man's strong, muscular body pressing down on her, almost completely sealing her, her cheeks flushed: "Murong Ting, are you crazy? Get up!"
"Heh, scared? If you're so cowardly, you shouldn't have provoked me in the first place."
The pressure on her body was too strong, and Kong Wange couldn't help but struggle: "Let go of me, do you not want your legs anymore?"
She could feel his blood staining her nightgown even by the bedside.
It was stuck to my legs, and it was wet.
The woman beneath him wore only an ice-silk blue nightgown, her fair skin exposed to the air, her eyes slightly red, her long eyelashes trembling, making one unable to resist wanting her…
Kiss her.
Upon realizing this thought, Murong Ting's gradually confused mind was suddenly jolted.
What is he thinking?
Kiss Kong Wange?
He's probably really insane!
He shoved her away, and in his disheveled state, he realized that he seemed to have felt something in a certain part of himself...
He angrily pulled the blanket next to him over himself.
Kong Wange was unaware of his thoughts; she was simply overwhelmed by his pressure.
This man's depravity has only increased over the past five years.
She angrily got out of bed, straightened her pajamas, looked at the bloodstains on her dress, and turned to say coldly, "I might as well let you bleed to death."
Murong Ting was feeling annoyed and spoke irritably: "Wasn't it you who mocked me first?"
Kong Wange was too lazy to argue with him anymore, so she squatted down and treated his wounds.
She didn't hold back at all; the cotton swabs felt like they were being used to scrub a wall.
Murong Ting remained silent.
His mind is completely occupied with how he could possibly have feelings for Kong Wange.
Could it be that after so many years of celibacy, he's really lacking in women?
Seeing the man in front of her frowning like a block of wood, Kong Wange was still not satisfied with venting her anger, so she could only throw away the cotton swab and stitch up his wound.
This injury is more serious than the one I got at the clinic last time. The wound is deeper and will be difficult to heal without stitches.
"I only have basic anesthetic on hand, and it's not very strong. If you can't stand it, tell me, and I'll take you to the hospital to get stitches."
The woman's words brought Murong Ting back to his senses.
He cleared his throat and said, "Go ahead and stitch it up, I can tolerate the pain."
Being too proud to admit defeat will only lead to suffering.
Hearing him say that, Kong Wange didn't bother with him anymore and started stitching after applying anesthesia.
The nerves in my thigh aren't particularly sensitive, but it still hurts.
Murong Ting's forehead was covered in cold sweat, but he remained silent, focusing instead on observing the woman in front of him.
From this perspective, Kong Wange and the figure of Chanyi in the file look very similar.
While she was completely absorbed, he turned around, took out his phone, and took a picture from this angle.
A moment later, Kong Wange finished treating her wound.
She wrapped her arms around his thigh and bandaged it.
Unintentional skin contact during movements.
Looking at the obvious area that even the blanket couldn't cover, Kong Wange's cheeks flushed: "Murong Ting, have you no shame? You're in so much pain and you can still think about other things. Sure enough, no man is any good!"
“Xiao Chen is also a boy,” Murong Ting reminded him coldly.
Kong Wange: "..."
Seeing her humiliated, Murong Ting was in a great mood and simply stopped trying to hide it. Instead, he brazenly stretched out his legs and said, "Didn't you say I wasn't anything special? You were watching with such gusto just now?"
Kong Wange rolled her eyes, straightened up, and looked down at Murong Ting: "I've seen people more capable than you before, so stop being so self-important, Mr. Ting?"
Murong Ting was slightly taken aback, then his eyes turned dangerous: "You've seen them? Who else have you seen?"
He suddenly realized, "Could it be your old flame?"
Kong Wange had only said it casually to provoke him, but she didn't expect him to actually believe it, so she simply went along with it: "That's right, he's much better than you, he can do it seven times a night without getting tired."
Upon hearing this, Murong Ting immediately retorted sarcastically, "I thought you were something special. Too much for a short time? You're probably impotent!"
"But if he fascinates you so much, why are you shamelessly coming here to see me?"
He's definitely a scumbag; he doesn't even blush when talking about these things.
Kong Wange deliberately said, "Because he's not as rich as you."
Murong Ting gritted his teeth: "Kong Wange, do you have no bottom line? The men you dumped must be blind!"
Kong Wange paused in packing her medicine kit, then smiled nonchalantly: "You're wrong. It wasn't me who dumped him, it was him who dumped me. Although he was indeed blind at the time, I was madly in love with him. But I never expected him to be such a jerk. He just pulled up his pants and ran away. I had no choice but to find another way out."
After saying that, she composed herself and said, "Young Master Ting, take good care of your injury. It's best not to take a bath during this time, otherwise the wound will be more troublesome if it gets wet."
Seeing her expression, Murong Ting was slightly taken aback.
For some reason, he seemed to see a sense of loneliness and sadness in her just now.
This is truly bizarre.
This woman always talks nonsense; how much of what she says can be believed?
Not to mention feeling lonely or sad.
It's highly likely they're trying to appeal to his emotions here!
Looking at the neat and tidy stitches on the wound, Murong Ting remembered the important matter and said with a scrutinizing expression, "Last time at the Chinese medicine clinic you told me that you had only studied medicine for a few days, but this kind of suturing is not something that someone who has only studied medicine for a few days can do. Kong Wange, admit it, you are Chanyi."
So it turns out that he and Lin Cheng self-harmed late at night just to force her to admit her identity?
Kong Wange stiffened: "No, I just have a lot more talent than others. You should rest. You're not Di Renjie, you don't need to investigate cases."
She turned and left the bedroom without looking back.
Not long after Kong Wange left, Lin Cheng pushed open the door a crack, peeked in, and chuckled, "Young Master Ting, has the young mistress finished sewing it for you?"
Murong Ting snorted coldly and didn't reply.
Lin Cheng, however, casually slipped in, his gaze fixed intently on Murong Ting's thigh.
Murong Ting: "..."
Could it be that Lin Cheng, who usually keeps a low profile, actually has some kind of peculiar hobby?!
Startled, he turned around, pulled the blanket over himself, and asked coldly, "What are you looking at?"
Lin Cheng was puzzled: "I saw the wound that the young mistress stitched up for you."
He became excited as he spoke: "Look at this wound, it's stitched up even neater than if it were sewn with a sewing machine! The young mistress must be Chanyi. I have to take a good look! Hey, Young Master Ting, don't cover it up, let me take another look!"
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